Thunder Dome brother?

Meylodi couldn't help but smirk, running her head and the back of her neck along the underside of Void's, as much a loving gesture as it was a protective one. T'ank ya, grá, Rofis wouldn't go for him if his sister was in the way. As a bonus, she licked under his muzzle, pressing her side against his. This was her mate, the father of her children, and her brother could do nothing about it. He was also stronger, which made this no competition as to who would win in a fight. 

Her love could smell her anger and stiff, angered state, contrasting so thoroughly with her usual calm demeanor that she held something deep for the wolf before the pair. And it wasn't good.

Firs', if ya so much as lay one fang on this man, I will line our den with yer pelt, she snarled, her golden gaze narrowed, jaw upturned and showing her fangs. Secon', you wander onto our land an' start ge'in' upset t'at me doin' just fine without cha, an' ya don' expect me mate ta not give some rottin' piece o' carrion what fer, ya've got a lo' ta learn 'bout 'ow t'is man treats 'is la'y.